Can you tell what is in the foreground of this blurry little image, shining like a diamond? It’s not a real diamond, you know. It is a piece of ice. Not just some run-of-the-mill, made by a cold, inhuman machine … Continue reading →

There is very little that needs to be said about this, apart from “what the hell was she thinking?” I am particularly intrigued by her use of “acorns”. They’re corn nuts, for God’s sake. And who on earth would choose … Continue reading →

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